Enigma was in a small, empty space in the city, slowly streaching out her body. As Effie, she had fullfilled the image of sweetness (once she stopped accidently flashing people), all blushes and soft smiles.
Enigma was a very different creature.
Long, bare legs slid up from the ground, the sweats Di had given her traded in for tighter cotton, easier to fight in. Bruce,s long shit had ben cut and tied into a small, barely existant top, the rest used to hold her limited gear...her gun and a stolen butcher's style knife.
She spread her legs in a wide V, bare toes pointing out to either side od her body before she raised them again, shoving up with her arms and pushing herself into the air, flipping neatly to her feet. She turned her head slightly not quite looking over her shoulder as he approched. "Mr. Wayne," she greeted, curious as to if he was fully back to being an old man.